Stiles' POV
As Stiles awoke, feeling the morning sun's heat on his face, he groaned, unhappy his peaceful slumber was over and that he had the same problems he had yesterday. He quickly texted Scott to let him know he was coming over.
After realizing his father had already left for work, Stiles made a mental note to talk to him about the previous night and drove to Scott's. He walked out of the house, unhappy to see his Jeep so damaged. The right headlight was completely smashed. He sighed, figuring he should be grateful that that was the worst of it and that he was allowed to take it home. After taking one of the most careful rides Stiles had ever taken, he was soon looking at Scott's bedroom door and eagerly knocked on it. Scott quickly opened it, awaiting an explanation.
"We have a problem," Stiles uttered. Scott's eyebrows came together in confusion.
"What?" Stiles could tell Scott wasn't used to seeing his best friend so serious. Stiles stormed into Scott's room with his arms crossed. Scott shut the door behind him.
"Last night, me and Emma got into a car accident."
"Are you serious?" Scott declared.
"No, I'm joking," Stiles answered with a glare.
"Well, are you okay? Is Emma okay?" Stiles sighed and plopped down in his best friend's computer chair.
"We're fine- it's what jumped out in front of us that worries me." Scott sat on the edge of his bed, fingers intertwined, looking at Stiles with bewilderment.
"What jumped out in front of you?" he hesitated. Stiles exhaled deeply and rubbed his eyes.
"I'm sure it was a werewolf," Stiles said in a hushed tone.
"What?" Scott stammered, "You mean, like Derek?"
"I don't know, I didn't have my werewolf-identifying kit with me," Stiles grumbled, leaning back in the chair and staring at the cieling, "She saw it, Scott. She knows I'm lying when I say I don't know what it was."
"Well, you can't tell her, Stiles. Allison doesn't even know."
"That's because Allison comes from a family of werewolf-hunters!"
"Remind me her father literally wants to kill me, why don't you?"
"Would it be so bad for me to tell her the truth?"
"She would go running in the opposite direction, Stiles."
"I just-" Stiles queried, "It wasn't even a full moon! And why would a werewolf willingly jump out in front of a car? I keep trying to figure it out- did it mean to go out in front of my car? Go after-" Stiles stopped himself. He didn't want to think about anybody wanting to hurt him. Or worse, Emma. He couldn't be having a panic attack. Not another one. He crouched to look down at the carpeting beneath his feet.
"Stiles, just- just breathe, okay?" Scott recited. Stiles felt his heart thumping in his chest. "You're not a threat- why would a werewolf want to hurt you? It couldn't of been one, okay?" Stiles replayed the memory in his head- he could have sworn it was a werewolf. Were they after him because he knew? He groaned, choosing to believe Scott with some hesitancy.
"You're right," he nodded, "I'm freaking out for no reason. It's all- it's going to be okay."
Emma's POV
Emma followed her father into their home, her legs and eyelids heavy. She trailed up the stairs and collapsed in her bed on her back. Her arm was wrapped in a new bandage, throbbing with pain. She sighed, telling herself it could've been worse. Shortly after, she heard a buzzing. It was her phone, resting on her nightstand.
'Hey, how are you?' Emma half-smiled at Stiles' message and replied.
'Good, thanks, how are you?'
'Good- but I would be great if I could stop by? :)'
Emma gladly invited him over and informed her father about their guest. After 15 minutes of lying in her bed, relieved her arm was feeling better, Emma heard Stiles' quick footsteps up the stairs. She sat up in her bed, legs crossed, waiting for him to walk through the open door.
Stiles quickly came around the corner, carrying some paper bags.
"How are you feeling?" his voice alone gave her goosebumps. For a second, all she could do is smile as he stepped into the room. She got up and put her arms around him. He delicately hugged her back, acting as if she was extremely fragile.
Stiles' POV
"Better now that you're here." Stiles felt butterflies in his stomach. She pulled back, smiling at him. He smiled back at her, unable to explain how happy it made him that she liked him as much as he liked her. "How's the Jeep?"
"Oh," Stiles groaned, "The poor thing lost a headlight."
"Aw," Emma half-laughed. Stiles looked at her as she giggled. He loved feeling like he was listened to. For the longest time, he felt ignored. But not with Emma. She cared. "Stiles, you're doing that thing again when you just look at me and don't say anything."
"Sorry," he blushed, looking down at the carpet beneath them.
"I don't mind it, I just wonder what you're thinking," she grinned. He licked his lips. "That's not what I think it is, is it?" She pointed down to the paper bags he held.
"Depends on what you think it is," he teased. Emma chuckled and slid down to sit beside her bed and tapped the floor across from her. Stiles happily sat down across from her and looked at her. He took out two boxes, each containing a hamburger and curly fries.
"I don't think I could ever get sick of this restaurant," she told him, happily taking the box from his hands.
Emma took a bite of her hamburger and smiled at him as she chewed. Stiles saw a small blob of mustard on her upper lip and laughed. "What?" He rose to his knees and rested on his knuckles as he leaned towards her to both kiss her and clean up the mustard. He pulled back, looking at her as he licked his lips. "Hey, did you just steal mustard from me?"
"Take better care of your mustard," he smiled back at her. Emma laughed her usual heavenly laugh. Stiles plopped back onto his bottom across from her. He took a bite from his hamburger.
"I really appreciate this, thank you," she told him after she took a sip of her rootbeer, "You even thought of rootbeer."
"You're welcome," he answered, looking into her eyes, craving to kiss her again.
"So, how was your night? And morning?"
"Well," Stiles sighed, "I got home and just passed out."
"Car accidents tend to take a lot out of you," she chuckled. Stiles licked his lips and shook his head at her.
"I love how lightly you're taking this," Stiles told her.
"Why would I take it.. heavily?" she chuckled, "Could of been worse, right?" Stiles grinned at her optimism.
"True. Anyways, I visited Scott this morning, told him about our, uh.. adventure last night and went to get lunch for us," Stiles told her, "I know, breathtaking. You must be so jealous of my exciting life."
"Oh, I am," Emma told him, chewing on a fry, "How's Scott doing?"
"Good," Stiles sighed as he was reminded of what really happened last night. The guilt made his stomach drop.
After finishing their meals and throwing out the multiple wrappers, they sat on the edge of Emma's bed, facing eachother.
Emma's POV
"You wanna watch a movie?" Emma offered, "I have quite a collection in my basement." Emma suddenly burst out in laughter, along with Stiles. "That sounded so creepy. Come to my basement, Stiles." Stiles laughed and took Emma's hand in his.
"Emma, I would love to go to your basement," he told her, chuckling. Emma smirked as she gazed into his hazel eyes, imagining kissing every beauty spot on his face.
They made their way down to the basement. Emma popped in the nearest DVD and scurried over back to the couch, pulled in by Stiles' inviting embrace. She cuddled up to him, inhaling the scent she had grown to love so much. Emma sighed, her arms around his form torso.
"What movie are we watching?" Stiles asked. Emma pulled up her legs and rested her chin on her knees.
"I don't know, I just put in the first DVD I found," Emma chuckled, slightly embarrased. Stiles relieved her with a snicker and tightened his arms around her.
Stiles' POV
As the beginning scene of the movie he'd already forgotten the title to displayed itself on the screen, Stiles held onto Emma tightly, cautious to not worsen the injuries she had gotten the previous night. Guilt rushed through his body.
"We should go to the movies," Emma mentioned, "Some scary movie. Are there scary movies out now?"
He looked over to her, the happiness of hearing her speak temporarily washing away his guilt. "I don't know. I gotta warn you, I'm not the best movie date. I hog the popcorn."
"Then we get two bags," Emma chirped. Stiles chuckled and gave her a peck on this lips.
"Then we can go," he answered. Emma smiled at him. He felt her arms tighten around his torso. He kissed the top of her head as she rested on his chest.
"Stiles," Emma whispered.
"Yeah?"
"Please tell me what happened last night." Stiles' heart sank.
"I- Emma, I," completely caught off guard, Stiles stammered over his words. Emma sat up to look into his eyes.
"Stiles, please," Emma pleaded, her eyebrows sinking, "What is it you're not telling me?" Stiles opened his mouth, but nothing came out. What could he tell her? The truth? No, he couldn't.
"Please," Stiles mumbled. He didn't know what he was asking for, he just wanted this conflict to go away.
"I've tried. I really have," Emma told him, looking down. "It's hurting me how you're not telling me. I thought we had something where we could tell eachother-"
"We do have something. Something really good," Stiles told her, tightening his grip on her hand, "That's why I'm not telling you anything." He whispered the last sentence, not sure if she heard him. He looked up to her glazed brown eyes. She looked so sad.
"Stiles, since my mom and my sister, I-" she choked, "I realized life is too short to leave things unsaid. What is it that you're not telling me?"
"Please, can we just forget this-"
"No!" Emma pulled her hand back to her chest, looking at him as if he betrayed her. He had never seen her so angry. "I can't just forget this. I- I don't feel like I can trust you."
"You can trust me, Emma! I've told you things I've never told anybody else. I feel so.. so whole with you," Stiles felt like his words were spilling out of his mouth. She had to know how much he cared for her. Why couldn't she just understand he wanted to tell her, he just couldn't?
She sighed heavily and looked down. They sat in silence. Stiles looked at her glazed eyes and felt an uncomfortable rush to his chest. He was not going to cry in front of her. No.
"I just feel like my life has been such a mess lately, and I need some clarity, okay?" Emma's tone went down to a whisper.
"What does this mean?" Stiles pleaded.
"I don't know yet," she whispered to him, "I just know I say things I don't mean when I get angry. Please, just- just leave me alone for now, okay?"
"I-" Stiles stopped himself. He stood up and walked out of the house. No matter how badly he just wanted to have Emma in his arms and kiss her, he knew that probably would never happen again.
She just broke up with him. He knew it. No matter how she worded it, she dumped him. He was angry at himself for disappointing yet another person in his life. Everyone eventually got tired of him.
He got in his car and just drove. Not sure where he was going or even how careful he'd be. With the tears in his eyes refusing to stop, he just drove.